All in green went my love riding Analysis

A ballad is usually a song. When poetry takes on ballad meter, chances are that we're going to be reading something that hearkens back to the days when bards roamed the land singing stories over ca...

It's not too often that a speaker seems to be relating a series of events as our narrator watches his love go off on a morning hunt only to reveal at the very, very end that the poem is actually ab...

Let's see: trees, peaks, valleys—it looks like we're taking off on a nature walk, kids. More specifically, we're on the trail of some elusive deer, so we'll be hiking through forests and up and d...

This poem reads like something that a bard would read aloud at Ye Olde Renaissance Faire—you know, the kind with big turkey legs and jousting tournaments. All of those inverted phrases make the p...

We hate to break it to you, but Cummings isn't really too into titles. In fact, most of his poems don't appear with titles in their original editions. Just like Emily Dickinson's work, Cummings' po...

Sure, we usually think of E.E. Cummings as the guy who never capitalizes anything, but his inventiveness extends way beyond just refusing to use the shift button. The sorts of inversions that go on...

Cummings has a way of making even very obscure poems sound like they make sense. This poem, however, is one of his most lucid. Not only are the images clean-cut and resonant, but also the storyline...

While at Harvard, E.E. Cummings was a bit of a hellraiser, knockin' back booze and frequenting strip joints. (Source.)During WWI, Cummings was imprisoned by the French for being a suspected spy. He...

Sure, this poem seems to be about love, and we usually know where that leads. But this time, the love is of the chivalric kind: that is, the one that's usually all about hunting for a lover and not...